I kicked the male lead away

Fang Zhilan paused while holding the hair dryer, and it took her a long time to think of what to say: "Congratulations."

"Is it just a verbal congratulations?" Su Yihe turned his head sideways, his eyes were clear and fixed on her.

There was a small dark yellow lamp beside the bed, and the light reflected on her face, making Su Yihe's nearly perfect face even more delicately carved.

Why couldn't Fang Zhilan understand what she said, but pretended not to understand, her lips quickly nodded on her brow: "Is this enough, is it enough?"

"Not enough." Su Yihe stood up slowly, blocking the light in front of Fang Zhilan.

Lightly tapped Fang Zhilan's shoulder with his finger, and pushed her down on the bed.

The black hair spread out accordingly.

She leaned forward, pressed against Fang Zhilan's ear, and breathed out a warm breath: "You know exactly what I want."

So what if she knew, Fang Zhilan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

His eyes fell on the chandelier hanging overhead.

She can't give it, and she can't give it.

In the world called reality, she still has her parents, friends, and a pile of unread books, unrecited laws, and unremembered words, waiting for her.

The self in that world is still in a vegetative state, still waiting for his own soul to go back.

Although she had to admit that during the time she spent with Su Yihe day and night, she was already different to herself.

But when the two are placed on the same scale, it is self-evident which end the pointer will lean towards.

"I'm sorry." Fang Zhilan could only spit out these three words helplessly.

"I don't want your sorry." Su Yihe stared at her face with blazing eyes, "I just want your willingness."

"Say it." She lowered her head a little closer, her forehead was pressed against Fang Zhilan's, and her lips brushed lightly against hers.

Seeing that Fang Zhilan was indifferent, she repeated again as if pleading: "Say it."

The usually soft voice was actually hoarse and trembling.

Fang Zhilan pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

What should she say, tell her that she is not from this world at all, and it is impossible to stay here?

"You don't want to?" Su Yihe stood up suddenly, and spoke slowly as if he had got an answer.

The shadows in front of Fang Zhilan's eyes moved away, and the light returned.

Her brown pupils did not have the brilliance of the past, but she just stared at Su Yihe quietly.

"I will wait." Apparently Su Yihe would not give up, a forced smile curled up on the corner of his lips, "I will wait for your willingness."

Saying that, she took Fang Zhilan's hand that was hanging by her side, and kissed it lightly: "Ah Lan, don't make me wait too long."

After that, he turned around and opened the door and walked out.

After confirming that she was going far away, Fang Zhilan sat up helplessly: "System, can't Su Yihe really use that emotion out of program?"

She was really afraid that if she didn't exist in this world, she couldn't imagine what Su Yihe would be like.

"No." The system turned into a hamster again, crawling slowly to the top of her head, with a calm tone, "Don't worry too much about the host, you won't be able to see it anyway."

There is quite a kind of fearlessness of "after I die, no matter the flood".

Fang Zhilan rolled around on the bed as if evading, got up and rummaged through the box to find paper and pens.

Then I sat at the table and bit the penholder and began to think quietly about what to write.

No matter what, Su Yihe had to leave something so that she wouldn't be overwhelmed by her sudden disappearance.

After all, it is not a gentleman's action to run away for a hundred days of kindness for one night.

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In the days that followed, because of the release of the new drama, Fang Zhilan's schedule was basically full.

In order to promote the new drama, the crew members who had been scattered like stars gathered together again.

Thinking that this is her first time filming, and it is very likely that she will be the most involved in filming, Fang Zhilan prepared small gifts for She Jiao, Lian Qing, and other actresses in the crew, and handed them to them every time they met.

As for the actor, as a rising flower, the best relationship she has with them is that she has nothing to do with them.

But some people don't think so.

After today's interview, Fang Zhilan went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup, opened the door and turned out of the corridor, and saw a person leaning against the wall at the exit.

He has long legs and a model-like figure standing there, like a painting, playing with a lighter in his hand.

With a click, the flame lit up, and his slender fingers twirled it gently, and the flame went out again.

It's hard to pretend not to see such a bright person.

But Fang Zhilan still decided to pretend.

But the person guarding the exit was obviously unwilling to let her go easily, his thin lips parted slightly, and he made a deep voice: "Fang Zhilan."

Her footsteps stopped: "Senior Zhou, what a coincidence."

What a coincidence, Zhou Yingqing was so angry and funny.

They were originally here to record the same program, and they appeared outside the women's restroom. Could it be an accident?

"Are you avoiding me?" He said without hesitation.

"I'm sorry." Knowing that she couldn't hide it from him, Fang Zhilan said straightforwardly, "The company has rules that don't get too close to male artists."

"It's really just because of this?" Zhou Yingqing obviously didn't believe it, the corners of his lips curled up.

Otherwise, what else can I say, Fang Zhilan complained in her heart.

Could it be said that as soon as she saw him, she would recall the embarrassment that she thought she had a crush on him because she was too involved in the drama?

Then she still has to lose face.

"Yes." So Fang Zhilan nodded her head heavily, with an affirmative expression on her face that could even deceive herself.

Zhou Yingqing ignited the lighter in his hand again, half of the face hidden under the peaked cap under the firelight was indistinguishable: "Then your company's management is too strict, do you want to consider coming to my company?"

As a film star and with so many years of experience in the entertainment industry, it's not surprising that Zhou Yingqing has his own company.

"No need." Fang Zhilan subconsciously shook her head like a rattle.

Anyway, she is going to leave, so why bother with that thing.

Zhou Yingqing was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect her to refuse so simply, her lips were tightly pressed together: "Is that why you like her so much?"

"Ah?" Fang Zhilan looked up, not understanding what he was saying.

"Heh." Zhou Yingqing turned off the lighter and put it back into the inner pocket of his suit. Instead of answering her, he stood up and looked down at her, "Anyway, thank you for saving me last time."

"No thanks, no thanks." Fang Zhilan waved her hand nonchalantly.

Anyway, if I die, there is another world.He hung up, but he really hung up.

Zhou Yingqing looked at Fang Zhilan intently, even a strand of hair was carefully examined.

Being so stupid, what does a shrewd person like Su Yihe think of her?

Zhou Yingqing is both an actor and a businessman. Naturally, he has met Su Yihe, who is also a businessman, countless times on various occasions long ago.

Whether it's business talks, various banquets, or auctions, Su Yihe shines like a bright pearl, attracting countless eyes with his calmness and composure.

But only that time, when Fang Zhilan was hospitalized because he blocked a knife for himself, did he see the real Su Yihe, who was not the little white rabbit that everyone said, but a vicious wolf.

It was already midnight after he finished his statement at the police station, so he hurried to the hospital.

Accidentally saw this person in front of the hospital bed.

She walked towards her as usual, but there was an undisguised hostility in her eyes.

The door of the ward was gently closed, and it was the first time that Zhou Yingqing saw the true face of this so-called famous lady from the Su family.

She couldn't help but said, before Zhou Yingqing could react, she pressed him against the wall, raised her knee, and slapped him hard on the stomach.

The attack was fierce, even with eight-pack abs to protect the body, Zhou Yingqing still subconsciously bent down because of the pain.

Then she lowered her voice in his ear: "she's already asleep, I don't want to be disturbed by you."

That night Zhou Yingqing smoked countless cigarettes in the flower bed of the hospital, scaring countless passers-by.

No one knew that the chiseled face in the darkness was the star-studded actor Zhou on the advertising screen on the opposite skyscraper.

After finally waiting for dawn, he guessed that Fang Zhilan had already woken up, so he went upstairs again.

But he found that the ward was in a mess, and the person had already been taken away by Su Yihe.

Fang Zhilan let him stare unintentionally, and took half a step back: "If Mr. Zhou is fine, I'll leave first."

On the surface, the tone was soliciting, but the footsteps left without hesitation.

Behind her, Zhou Yingqing smiled softly.

Being so heartless, I'm afraid that Miss Su will suffer.

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The official opening of the Golden Pear Awards is approaching, and it is rare for Fang Zhilan to meet Su Yihe a few times.

She was outside making announcements during the day, and because Su Yihe and Mu Shi broke off their engagement, many projects changed because of this. The company was busy with affairs, and often came back at midnight.

Sometimes, Fang Zhilan sleeps drowsily at night, but she can feel that there seems to be someone standing in front of the bed, looking at her carefully, and caressing her face with cool fingertips.

Fortunately, Fang Zhilan asked the housekeeper that her work seemed to be easier today, and she might come back for dinner.

Fang Zhilan decided to at least cook another meal for her before leaving.

For this reason, she specially prepared a lot of ingredients this day.

Roasted chicken with chestnuts, minced shrimp stuffed with bitter gourd, tomato cod soup…

They are both favorite dishes.

It's just that Su Yihe came back earlier than expected, and Fang Zhilan was concentrating on peeling off the film on the chestnut's surface with a knife, when a shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

It was Su Yihe.

"You're back." Fang Zhilan's eyes were curved, and the eyes were shining with stars, "The food will have to wait for a while."

Su Yihe's eyes fell on the knife in her hand, and his expression was serious: "Don't use the knife, be careful not to cut your hands."

"That's right." Although Fang Zhilan is very proficient, she still decided to follow her, "Then soak it in water."

Only at a slower pace.

After the chestnuts were soaked, she took out the wax gourd, and took a paring knife to directly sweeten the melon, and the skin was peeled off layer by layer. In Su Yihe's eyes, it looked like she was peeling iron like mud.

She frowned unconsciously: "I'll do it."

She was worried that Fang Zhilan would cut her hand.

"It's okay." Thinking that this matter is not too difficult, Fang Zhilan handed the paring knife to Su Yihe.

Then he started to heat the oil again, and when the oil was [-]% hot, turn on the fire and pour all the chicken nuggets into it.

With a coaxing sound, a half-meter-high red flame burned in the pot, but it was only fleeting. There was an endless struggle between the hot oil and the chicken pieces, making the sound of crackling oil splashes.

Su Yihe pursed his lips, put down the paring knife in his hand, and walked over to turn off the natural gas switch.

"..." Fang Zhilan was confused, and looked at her suspiciously.

"It's too dangerous." Su Yihe said solemnly and confidently, "It's better not to do it."

For some reason, when she sees Fang Zhilan doing anything, the first thing she cares about is whether she will hurt herself.

I was worried that she would be cut into her hand, that her hair would be burnt by fire, or that she would be burned by hot oil.

For the first time, Su Yihe discovered that cooking is such a dangerous thing, it is tantamount to a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.